He was riding his Bicycle, listening to his Elbow. He whistled along, but he might not be a good whistler, so all others heard was the sound of a deflating airmattress, but then again, all others saw was a too tall semi-whistling fool with shorts on, gladly plowing uphill. He thought about why he felt all these positive bubbles. Was it just the weather? Would he be simple enough that just a change in sky would make him whistle? Possible. Then again, the guy had a lot to be smiling about. He decided not to list them, afraid to jinx his happy burp with rationality. Then he knew it. While listening to a song called Grounds for Divorce, he realized that all he has, is Grounds for Marriage.